Damien's POV; After storming out of the cemetery, I decided it was best that I distracted myself with work. I obviously had lots of things to catch up on. "Merry Christmas sir." "Merry Christmas Drew." I replied my assistant as I walked into my office. I saw that the whole place had been decorated since it was already few days to Christmas. "How was your vacation sir?" He asked with a wide grin and I wondered what was getting him so excited. Drew was like that all the time so I let it be. "It was great. What's in my schedule today?" I questioned. "I had most of your meetings cleared out because it's Christmas but, you do have a lot of files to see to." He informed me and with a curt nod, I dismissed him and got to work. In the middle of the day, a call came through my private line and I picked up without delay. "Hey babe." Her sweet voice rang through my eardrums and I smirked. "Who are you with?" I asked her knowingly while I leaned back on my seat in a lazy pose. "No one. D

Damien's POV; I stared at her unconscious form, laid on the bed in her teenage bedroom. The way my heart raced in fear of losing her when she fell unconscious was unlike something I had ever felt before. I instantly regretted her having to find out everything, but then again, we couldn't hide it forever. I stared at the IV fluid connected to her arm as it dripped slowly. I had called the doctor as soon as she fainted and he made us promise to not stress her out after this. "What a way to end the year." I muttered under my breath, even as I grimaced after a headache hit me. "Tell me about it." Mr Delaney said from behind me and I turned to him briefly, then I turned back and said nothing while we both watched her sleeping form in silence. "I hope you two can patch things up after all this." He said in a gentle whisper. "I hope so too." I admitted. I wondered where we would go from here because I was pretty sure she hated me and no amount of material things could buy her forgiven

Third Person's POV; Aleena was drowning in jealousy even as she stalked their pages. A luxury car for a Christmas present? Let's not forget the surprise birthday party and exotic honeymoon all for that wretch. And, what's more annoying than the fact that her insider who let her in on what she needed to know from Damien's villa had been fired. Tracy and her had not talked ever since the contract fiasco and her so called friend whom she found out was pregnant had not even bothered to reach out to her. Damien. Oh her Damien had not even reached out ever since their night of passion in London few months back. It was sad that that wife of his was getting in the way of their love story but it was only a matter of time until she dropped her Trump card. She may have made the mistake of drugging him back in London when her informant had told her of his presence there. She had followed him all through his stay up until he went to the club. There, she had bribed a bartender and had him spike

"Billionaire business mogul, Damien Kingston is not only a cold businessman after all. He's turned out to be a really sweet husband too. Amid all the speculations of a separation because he and his spouse had been apart since the year began, he has once again proved us wrong with a sweet gesture for Valentine's day." The blonde entertainment news anchor said with a wide grin and turned to her partner. "Here's the tea guys. He surprised his wife at her father's hospital room in New York where she had been since the beginning of the year due to her father's unfortunate illness. He had flowers, balloons and all, just for her and you could see the love radiating from both of them." The melanin dripping co host added with a saccharine tone. I snorted. "Recall that just about two months ago, he planned a similar surprise for her birthday as well as took her on a trip to the beautiful Island of Bora Bora and gave her a sleek Lamborghini Urus for Christmas. Truly, Mr Kingston spoils his wife

Third Person's POV; Loss. It's one of the most difficult things to deal with. It's proof of how ephemeral this world really is. It slices into your heart and takes a piece that can never be recovered. It creates a vacuum that never actually gets filled. It is said that people never get over the loss of a loved one, they just adapt to the pain over time. The consequences of loss are lasting especially when there is a constant reminder of that loved one. But, life must go on. A week had passed since the unfortunate happening in Ariana's life and she had been pulling the strong front even when everyone saw through her. Her husband and his family had been blessings indeed. They came through for her in more ways than she expected. The last few days, she did not have to lift a finger and everything was set up for her father's funeral. She was grateful that she did not have to go through the stress of taking decisions in such a trying time. It was so hard to come to terms with the fact